Cat Daddy and I sat down to watch Brentford play Bournemouth a couple of nights ago. Because it was hot, we had the patio doors wide open and a mattress cover drying on the clothes horse outside.
From the corner of my eye, I saw the mattress cover move.
Then this happened. May I remind you all that Louise Catorze is an old man of fifteen. How is he finding the energy and the inclination to do this (whatever “this” may be)?
Cat Daddy, without looking away from the screen: “We spend a fortune on his food and medical care. That’s how.”
Anyway, towards the end of the tomfoolery, Brentford scored, which somewhat took away the pain of having cat hair all over our clean mattress cover. That said, if Brentford were to score every time Catorze arsed around, we would be top of the league in no time.
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